I had an internal tough love with myself yesterday: am I not pursuing these because I'm scared and have turned rather soft at home with not having to juggle work and home? or am I not pursuing them because it doesn't yet feel like good timing?
I'm not 100% sure, but I think it's a tidgy bit of fear with the strong gut feeling that, no, the timing isn't right or even close to right quite yet.
I want another summer with the kids--just them and me. I don't yet want to worry about interviewing and finding a babysitter with availability for random daytime and possible evening hours. I don't yet want to worry about before and after school care at two different schools. I don't need to work right now, so why not take a hot minute?
So I delete the job postings and hope/trust that opportunities present themselves when I'm ready. The good thing about living where we are now, is that there are a greater number of libraries and library districts. In Old Town, not so much.
We shall see.
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Ezra has been wearing his AFOs (aka "leg supporters") for almost two months now and has adjusted marvelously. I have not written about them here, but they are intended--along with a round of PT that he completed--to help correct his toe walking.
Background: Ezra started toe walking around four years old--kind of out of the blue. I thought it was due to creaky hardwood floors or even cold floors. But it continued and progressed and soon he was even doing it in his shoes. A visit to his pediatrician this past fall and then a pediatric neurologist and an MRI and blood draws ruled out some intimidating things (which I frankly tried to not think about the what-ifs--why get het up so soon) and so AFOs and physical therapy were prescribed.
I ordered him a whole new batch of socks and three new pairs of shoes--Crocs to wear in the house, slip-ons and tennis shoes--that would be large enough and comfy enough to accommodate the AFO gear. It took twelve pairs from Amazon before I figured out the size and style that would work best.
Ezra has been a champ about the entire process. He eased into wearing them. The school secretary helped him out in the early days at school as he was taking them off and on to put on his boots (they wouldn't fit in his boots) for recess. He now wears them about 12 hours a day and when he takes them off is walking flat-footed about 50% of the time. I'm glad they're working.
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I have gotten myself off the venti coffees and now only have an iced tea or two during the day. And iced tea with Splenda, no less. Not even with that tasty Classic syrup Starbucks uses.
It feels like a good change. I don't miss it, I don't feel exhausted and I sure as hell hope the lack of animal fat and sugar is making my pants happier.
I also have been doing some classes at the Y. Not only for Happier Pants but also to meet people. Slow and steady, I guess.
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I need a pedicure.
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We are taking a family vacation this summer as I fiiiiinally feel ready to travel with the small fries. I have confidence that it won't be a shitstorm of potty training and special food needs and missed naps because we don't do those things anymore. Holla! They are so excited and, oh, they love the beach and ocean so much.
Of course, Ezra's first question was, "Will Taco come with us? Won't she be lonely if she stays at home?" Taco is going to a kitty hotel and is going to be a-okay, buddy.
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A picture that always makes me laugh: